Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“You were right, Gibs,” I groaned. “I’m so screwed.” “I am?” His brows shot up in surprise. “About what?” Before I had a chance to respond, his eyes widened in comical awareness. “About you fucking yourself?” Or at least, it would have been comical if it wasn’t so fucking depressing. “Holy shit, Johnny. You haven’t or you can’t?” “I tried, I failed, I haven’t tried since, so now I’m fairly sure I can’t,” I decided to throw out there. There was no goddamn point in trying to evade the question. He wasn’t going to let it go, and I had bigger issues right now than my temperamental testosterone. “How long has it been?” “Before Christmas,” I quickly replied before saying, “but that’s not the problem here.” “Jesus, Kav, I’d say that’s a very big problem, lad.” Gibsie let out a low whistle. “Have you tried lube?” “What—no! Stop talking about my dick,” I barked, then ran a frustrated hand through my hair. “It’s her, man. You were right. I am completely fucked in the head, and I need you to stop me from doing something stupid with that girl.” “Which girl?” “Which girl do you think, asshole?” I snarled. “Shannon.” “Oh, that girl.” Gibsie chuckled. “The resurrectionator.” “Stop laughing. It’s not funny. I need your help,” I snapped, flustered. “And ‘resurrectionator’ is not a word.” “Yes, it is,” Gibsie challenged. “Jesus was resurrected. It was a resurrection performed by God, the ‘resurrectionator.’ Similar to Shannon, the ‘resurrectionator’ of your bollocks that day outside the P.E...